A/N: ...i so sorry ;_; please , no hurt little kitty... im sorry this took as long as it did! ive been rather busy and stressing and distractions ae a crule, crule thing... curse at the internet, not me!
SO. this is chapter 6 :D i will say this for fun, but i sadly do NOT own anyone here... NO ONE! *cries while wearing all black* 'tis a shame! i would love to own atleast ONE person.. but whom? *ponders*
and i would like to thank all of you who have reviewed or viewed my little fanfic... iv waited 5 years for people to do this. i thank you all with hug and your favourite cookie *hugs all of you and gives you your cookie of choice*
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They ran for what felt like hours, leaving behind the bonfire and oblivious teens, before Hinata started to slow down, her chest tight. She fell to her knees, trying to pull air into her lungs. Gaara stood next to her, as calm as ever.
"Well… unexpected." He knelt next to her.
"I…I hate it when…Kiba tries…to tell me what to do…" she looked at Gaara. "That's one thing…I was happy…to be free of."
"There's more then one thing?" a small smile stretched his lips.
"Yeah. He never liked me being around people, so…he kept me isolated…" she looked down, running her hands through the sand. "I hated that…I wanted to be with my friends, I wanted to go out…"
"Is that why it ended?" Hinata felt a slight pressure against her cheek. He was whipping away the tears that escaped her eyes.
"N-no…he just ended it…"
"Well…" he paused. "You've got me now." He pulled her to his chest, burying his face against her hair. "You don't need to worry about him anymore. You have me now. Don't cry…" he held her tighter. "You have me, don't cry…don't cry…"
"Oh, Gaara…" she cried harder, pulling the redhead closer, her tears wetting his shirt.
After a time, her tears dried and so did his shirt. But they sat there, his arms still holding her close, so close she could feel his heart beat gently, until the moon was setting over the water, casting its light upon the crashing waves.
Pulling away, Hinata let her hands fall from Gaara to fiddle with the skirt of her dress.
"I-I'm sorry about that…"
"Don't apologize for anything, Hinata." He sat next to her. "You needed a shoulder to cry on. Literally."
They sat quietly for a while, watching the wave's crash onto the sand. The moon has set by now, the stars starting to fade away.
"Gaara…?"
"Yes?"
"Did you…did you mean what you said…"
"If I didn't mean what I said do you think I would still be here, Hinata?" without warning, he turned her face towards his roughly, his warm lips once again meeting hers.
The kiss was a lot different from the first; there was no caution, and it was anything but gentle. Gaara's tongue nudged her lip, one hand resting on her hip while the other was behind her, supporting his weight. After some more persuading, she let him in, earning a low moan from the red head. Before she knew it, they were laying across the sand, his lips sucking at her neck and collar bone. She pulled at his shirt at the same time his hands pushed her dress up, letting them travel over the newly exposed skin.
"Ngh…" Hinata pushed against Gaara's chest. He stopped, lifting his head so their eyes met, both panting hard. His sea foam eyes were wild, excited. His hand on her thigh was hot, his entire body against hers was hot.
"Is something wrong?" he moved his hand, lifting his body and inch from hers.
She felt her already rosy cheeks darken. "U-um, it's j-just that I…"
"Hinata if you don't want this to happen—" her mouth cut him off mid-sentence, and kept each of them busy for a few minutes. Pulling away again, Gaara stroked her cheek, feeling the gentle warmth.
Hinata smiled, nuzzling into his hand. "If I didn't want this to happen, do you think I would still be here, Gaara?"
The red head smiled back, kissing her exposed cheek before moving to sit next to her. Pulling herself up, Hinata brushed sand off her dress and skin, noticing that her hair was loose from the tight bun it was in.
From the corner of her eye she watched Gaara closely. The gentle breeze pulled at his messy hair, and his shirt was still a little out of place. Without warning—again—he stood, sand falling from his shorts. He held out a hand, and when she took it, he smiled, but it looked sad.
They started to walk, Gaara's arm around her shoulders. Before long the cottage came into view.
"Damn it…" Gaara stopped, pulling Hinata to him again.
"Mm…" she nuzzled into his neck, feeling his lips against her ear. "Do I have to go in there?"
"Sadly, yes." Before she could protest, he kissed her gently. "We will see each other again, very soon. I promise you that."
"…ok."
After another longer, and teasing kiss, Hinata walked up the deck staircase as Gaara disappeared down the beach.
Opening the door to the kitchen quietly, she tiptoed to the staircase. A hand came out of the darkness and grabbed her elbow. She almost screamed, but Tenten covered her mouth before she opened her mouth.
"It's just me!"
"Holy crap, Ten!"
"Sorry! I didn't want to wake everyone up. Do you know what time it is?" Tenten shook her head in mock disappointment.
"Um… midnight?"
"Wrong! It's three-thirty! Where the hell did you run off to?" her eyes sparkled with excitement. Hinata didn't doubt that someone told her overly excited friend the events around the bonfire.
"Ah, um…well, I…" she blushed.
Getting the hint—and also noticing the faint purple bruises on the bluenette's neck—Tenten winked and gave her a hug. "Oh, Hinata. You've grown so much." She giggled. "Well, changed would be a better word." She looked pointedly at Hinata's rather large chest area.
"Thanks, Ten." She rolled her eyes. "Um…can I sleep now?"
Stifling giggled, the two girls quietly climbed up to their beds, not noticing the shadow sitting in the living room. When the girls disappeared completely, the shadow sat down its empty bottle, got up, and exited from the kitchen.
A knife in hand.
A/N: OOHHHH SNAP! :O thats some creepy sturf goin ooonnnn! i promise: i will update much, MUCH sooner! please enjoy what i have and thank you^-^ *gives another cookie*